It is a catastrophic misreading, and it is catastrophic precisely because it is so common.

The quiet ones are not the weak ones.

Very often the quiet ones are simply the ones who have nothing to prove, because they already know exactly what they are worth, and do not require anyone else’s agreement about it.

Luca needed to change a door code and post photographs from a beach to feel powerful.

I did not need to do anything at all to be powerful; I needed only to make one phone call, quietly, in the rain, to remind everyone what had always been true.

He confused the noise he made with strength.