Marty, the future isn't written. It can be changed. You know that. Anyone can make their future whatever they want it to be.
— Oh, this is heavy, Doc. I mean, it's like I was just here yesterday.
— You were here yesterday, Marty.
Explanation:
arriving in 1955
— Which one's your pop?
— That's him.
— Maybe you were adopted?
One shouldn't know about his own destiny. If I know too much I endanger my own existence just as you've endangered yours.