A letter from Emily Dickinson to Mary Bowles: "When the best is gone, I know that other things are not of consequence. The heart wants what it wants or else it does not care. You wonder why I write so. Because I cannot help. I like to have you know some care – so when your life gets faint from its other life you can…

"Pack…and get dressed
Before your father hears us
Before all hell breaks loose"

Depending on whether that rock is flint, you might have to rethink that metaphor. I do agree that if they're going to continue this relationship, they'll have to find a way to make it more believable.

"What's your 00 designation, licensed to kill, or just annoy?"

Or Watership Down.