Going Postal (Discworld)/Tear Jerker

"‘You’re fooling no one but yourself,’ said Miss Dearheart, and reached for his hand.
 * The golem Anghammarad,

Moist -- shook her off, and ran out of the building, out of the city and back to his old life, or lives, always moving on, selling glass as diamond, but somehow it just didn’t seem to work any more, the flair wasn’t there, the fun had dropped out of it, even the cards didn’t seem to work for him, the money ran out, and one winter in some inn that was no more than a slum he turned his face to the wall --

And an angel appeared."