Of course, to be accurate, he wasn’t really Maniac then. He was Jeffrey. Jeffrey Lionel Magee. (Chapter 1)

Amanda was suspicious. Who was this white stranger kid? And what was he doing in the East End, where almost all the kids were black? (Chapter 3)

Nobody (except Amanda Beale) had any other name for him, so pretty soon, when they wanted to talk about the new kid, that’s what they called him: Maniac. The legend had a name. (Chapter 8)

I don’t think I’m bad. I’m not saying I’m an angel either. Not even real good. Somewhere in between, I guess. (Chapter 10)

For the life of him, he couldn’t figure why these East Enders called themselves black. He kept looking and looking, and the colors he found were gingersnap and light fudge and dark fudge and acorn and butter rum and cinnamon and burnt orange. But never licorice, which, to... (Chapter 14)